I was a big Chinto fan when he was on the way up, I thought "sky's the limit for this fat ****ing Yank." But he seemed to hit a ceiling surprisingly early, a point where it was "that's it, no more progression". He was a guy who looked slick and then... nothing.

From there it was just a small step to failing drugs tests, getting his eyes made into two arseholes and getting out-gutted by Victor "I'm a boxer, I'm not supposed to be getting hit by punches" Ortiz.

I argued with my Classic brethren over Haye's chances against Wladski, being called a homer for giving Haye a 34% chance of victory. In a way he lived up to my take on the fight by going the distance.... in another way he made me look a cunt by refusing to go out on his shield, and then embarrassingly going straight into talk of his toe. You wanna talk about your toe, David, make sure it's asking me to give you a toe job (no homo), not making excuses and making yourself look a total cunt.

You know what really let him down though? Thinking he was capable of competing with Wladski....................... with an extra long beard. FFS David, the guy's got a Roman nose and chiselled cheekbones, what the FUCK were you thinking? Thankfully his fight against The Chisel and his reality show experience have seen him rise back up the P4P dish rankings.

I used to love Joan at one stage... I was a Guzfan, you might say. But even despite all the weight issues, this is a guy who has successfully made a career "hiding between the cracks". The guy's negotiated a way up through the divisions fighting the point of least possible resistance so often I'd swear he was Welsh.

This guy had all the potential in the world... but was content to piss up a rope. **** you, Joan.

If I post in NSB, I get the obligatory "ur a brit, u fink hatun is beta than ray robensun" stuff. But I don't take pride in UK fighters, I consider myself a citizen of the world. Yet.... I do take shame in 'em.

Win, lose, I don't care. But make a cunt of yourself and part of me does feel a mild patriotric sense of shame. There's no shame in losing a fight. But there's shame in going "eh up, me elbow's reet 'urtin'... pull us out of fight, I quit, pet."

One of the weirdest NSB experiences I had was being called a "homer" for predicting Abraham would beat Miranda in the rematch. (Miranda being such a dumb **** he couldn't even beat Abraham with his jaw hanging off, of course). It was bizarre to me that someone would think I identity with an Armenian fighting out of Germany because we're both "euros". Never got that at all. England and Germany didn't really get on so well, esp. in the 40s.

Anyway, Abraham was the hard-punching middleweight who had such enormous, outrageous heart he'd fight seven rounds with his jaw hanging on his balls.

Fast forward a few years and he's the guy who takes cheap shots, constantly pretends to be hit in the nuts, and is so out of his depth at SMW he makes Carl Froch look like Sugar Ray Leonard. Arthur, where did it all go wrong?

Arcelino Freitas. I hate that guy. His post-fight victory cries with his wife always made me want to see him get TKO's into a coma. It was like every fight on showtime, the camera was focused on to his wife's concerned expression even though he was pummeling the other opponent.

That is until he ran into the warrior Chico Corrales and had his soul taken. The Juan Diaz stoppage loss was just icing on cake.

Ooops, I mistook this thread for fighters we all can't stand, not including mainstreams like Mayweather.

I used to love Joan at one stage... I was a Guzfan, you might say. But even despite all the weight issues, this is a guy who has successfully made a career "hiding between the cracks". The guy's negotiated a way up through the divisions fighting the point of least possible resistance so often I'd swear he was Welsh.

This guy had all the potential in the world... but was content to piss up a rope. **** you, Joan.